I Am With You Always

By Phyllis Pritchard

I Am With You Always is a message to the world of possible future happenings if mankind doesn't change their ways. This will inspire all who read it that it is time for everyone to heed now of their present relationships with their God and, with that discovery, on their part fulfilled, to act accordingly because we may be in the "e

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phyllis Pritchard
• Release date: Jan 11, 2024
• ISBN: 9798890219947

Phyllis Pritchard

Phyllis Pritchard lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She is a retired employee of the Milwaukee Public School System. Ms. Pritchard enjoys being with her daughter and two grandchildren while benefiting from the content of their conversations and the closeness derived from playing all sorts of board games together.Ms. Pritchard is also the author of A Book Of Inspiration II and I Am With You Always and I Am With You Always (The Sequel).

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I Am with You Always

Phyllis Pritchard

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Dedication

To my sister Jo who never wavered in the belief that I could write this book. She was the one person who encouraged me to go on when I was ready to give up and kept the book a secret until it was finished. I love you Sis.

Beverly, you’re the one that got me started by telling me that I would write this book. Thank you for all your insight into my future. You are truly a good friend.

What the hell, thought Kat to herself. This can’t be happening. It’s something nightmares are made of. My gut feelings are usually right, and I have an overwhelming sense that someone is in this bed with me but how and why? The why is pretty obvious. But why hasn’t he tried something by now? I mean, I might not be the most attractive woman on the block, but I’m certainly not the worst either. Oh for God’s sake, listen to yourself, admonished Kat. The creep could be a serial killer, and I’m lying here wondering why he hasn’t made a move on me yet. Think Kat, think. With all the crime shows that I watch, you would think that I could come up with a plan. Her heart was pounding so loud that she could barely hear herself think. I’ll pretend I have a gun pointed at him. It’s so damn dark in here that he won’t know the difference. It took all of her willpower to open her mouth and say, Okay you bastard, I know you’re in my bed and I have this 357 magnum pointed right at you and I am very capable of using it.

Your 357 Magnum is actually a squirt gun, Kat that you keep in your pajama pocket. It could be mistaken for a real gun from a distance, but I saw it close up, replied David. How did you know that—I mean you’re wrong. It’s a real gun. Who are you and what do you want? Let me rephrase that, who are you and what are you doing in my bed? she questioned.

I’m an Angel, Kat, sent here by God, answered David. Yeah, right, and I’m Mother Theresa. She always had smart retorts whenever she was scared and in a dilemma and this certainly was no exception. Okay, plan A with the gun fell apart, so I’ll have to go to plan B. I have to make a run for it and get to the bedroom door. I’ll start screaming at the top of my lungs and make a mad dash for the door and hope I pick the right one, or I’ll be escaping to my bathroom with no exit, she thought. The screaming startled David so much that he fell to the floor between the bed and the wall and was stuck there. She lost her bearings when she heard the thump and couldn’t find the damn door. I swear to God if I ever get out of this alive, I’ll sleep with a light on from now on, she thought to herself, as she continued to scream a decibel higher each time while banging into every piece of furniture in the room. Are you alright, Sir? shouted Michael, as he barged into the bedroom through the wall. Holy shit, she declared, another one! What are they doing, coming out of the woodwork? She continued screaming hysterically. Michael, stop her from screaming before she wakes up the whole neighborhood. Yes Sir, replied Michael, as he tried to subdue Kat who was still screaming at the top of her lungs. What’s the problem? shouted David over the chaos. No problem, Sir, I just can’t get my hands on her, replied Michael.

I guess if you want anything done right, you have to answer it yourself, answered David as he removed himself from the floor where he landed after she went into an uncontrollable state of panic, and without realizing, helped to push him there between the bed and the wall. He flew to her in one flawless move and grabbed her by the waist. She could not feel his touch physically, but sensed she was being lifted, spun around, and that same someone was forcing her mouth open and then began to breathe into her mouth.

As she became totally lifeless and unable to move, but was very aware of the two whatever they were with the voices, she knew that she was being carried to a chair and was plopped down in it. I must still be sleeping, she surmised, and this has to be what they call an out of body experience, or I’m really dead and hell is actually my bedroom. At this point, she had no choice but to listen to the voices and pray that she was still asleep and having a damn nightmare. She had to keep her wits about her and rely on her sense of humor, or she may be in a loony bin come morning.

That’ll keep her quiet for a little while hopefully, replied David. Don’t know Sir, if it will. She’s quite a little spitfire if I may say so, said Michael. That she is, Michael, and she has more strength for a woman than I ever figured that she had, and a repertoire of foul words that I’ve never heard come out of a woman’s mouth before. Actually, for that matter, anyone’s mouth: man or woman. She’s got a vocabulary that would make the Devil’s worse henchmen stop dead in their tracks. That bad? questioned Michael. That bad, confirmed David. I’ve been with her since the 1st of February and tonight she barely touched the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. Do you think all women on earth talk like her, General? inquired Michael. No, I doubt it. But, where she works, they all talk that way and even worse.

Okay, Michael, stand back and I’ll slowly bring her out of her stupor. Sir, do you think maybe I should stand behind her and grab her if she tries to get up and run? wondered Michael. That won’t be necessary. I’m right in front of her and there’s no way she can get past me.

Are you going to calm down after I bring you out of this long enough for me to explain who we are and what our purpose for being here is? asked David. Kat nodded her head up and down but didn’t say a word. At this point, she figured anything coming out of her mouth would be incoherent anyway. David tapped her a little bit too hard, in her mind, on both cheeks to help speed up the process, which was really the absolute worst thing he could do to anyone with a temper like Kat’s.

So, whoever you are, barked Kat, as she slowly got up from the chair and started contemplating what her next move would be. Are you standing directly in front of me? And by the way, how tall are you? Yes, and 6’2 tall, replied David. He barely got a word out of his mouth to inquire why she wanted that information, when she applied an uppercut to the chin, which basically did him in, because he was knocked to the floor. Seems to me he spends a lot of time on his back of late," she chuckled.

Sir, oh dear, Sir are you alright? asked Michael. I think you knocked him out cold, he cried. Oh cool. I don’t know how I can harm anyone who is invisible. But even though I can’t see his sorry ass, I got lucky with a punch that knocked him on that sorry ass of his huh? bragged Kat. Yes you did, Mistress Kat, replied Michael. Look, he’s starting to come around. Sorry, I forgot you can’t see us, he declared. So you couldn’t know.

Who the hell are you and how do you know my name? shouted Kat to Michael. And as for you, how dare you punch me in the face? she shouted again, but directed this inquiry to David. You’re talking to the nightstand, Kat and I’m not hard of hearing. It wasn’t a punch. Heaven knows now I wish it had been, but it was two light taps, claimed David, as he slowly arose from the floor, slightly stiff and somewhat embarrassed. Yeah right. Well I’ve got news for you two Bozos. If you’re not out of my house by the time I count to five, I’ll call someone to throw you out.

Like whom Kat? asked David. Like Alien movers or ghost busters or maybe a fricking dog catcher. I don’t know. All I do know is that I want the two of you, whatever the hell you are, gone: out of my house and out of my life, now, she barked. No, Kat, can’t do, announced David. Well then, I’ll call the cops she screamed, way too angry by now to be even a little fearful. And they’ll come and arrest the two of you and haul you off to jail and throw away the key. How do you explain the fact that you have been accosted by two men who can’t be seen? inquired David. Good question, is all she had to say.

That’s it, she declared. What’s it? asked David. I know the reason all of this is happening. I’m on some crazy hidden camera, make an idiot out of yourself TV show right? And the two of you are actually in my hallway talking to me with microphones. No, is all David said. Well then, I’ve gone totally bonkers and I’m so far out in left field that I’ll never find my way back. No, Kat. You haven’t gone bonkers. Actually, I think the only thing wrong with you is that you’re vain, headstrong, obnoxious, arrogant, too assertive and you have a very foul mouth, claimed David, with no qualms as to what she might think.

I’ll have you know that I’m not vain you invisible twerp, rebuked Kat. Then why do you always look at yourself in every mirror that you pass and any other object that shows your reflection? asked David. You think you’re so smart don’t you? Well, I’ll have you know Mister know it all, that I look in the mirrors or anything else that shows my reflection, because I’m always losing my reading glasses and I want to make sure I didn’t leave them on the top of my head so that I don’t waste time looking for them, she explained. And how the hell do you know that I do all those things? Michael couldn’t help but giggle to himself as he stood back out of the way with his arms folded across his chest, completely amused with the actions and conversation going on between these two.

You didn’t answer my question, she shouted in a voice three decibels higher than before. If you’d calm down and let me get a word in, I’ll tell you everything that you want to know, claimed David, who was really starting to get piqued. Look asshole, retaliated Kat, I don’t appreciate the names you’ve called me and I’ll be damned if I’ll let you order me around in my own house. So take your friend and get the hell out of here, now.

That’s it. I’ve had enough replied David, as he threw her over his shoulder and plopped her down on the bed. She started kicking her legs and flailing her arms wildly when he picked her up again and sat her up against the headboard, sat on her legs, pinned her arms above her head and blew into her mouth to once again put her into a semi-trance.

Well Sir, uttered Michael. I’ve been an Archangel since God created this planet and I’ve been in many battles, even had to throw Lucifer out of the Garden of Eden which was a piece of cake, as they say down here, compared to the likes of her. I certainly wouldn’t be able to handle her as well as you’re doing. She’s undisciplined and uncontrollable, and I’m not so sure I can handle or want to even try to carry out God’s orders as far as she is concerned. I have a strange, overwhelming feeling, Michael that she will be the death of me yet.

I may have breathed too much pure oxygen into her this time, Michael, so let’s wait a little while longer to bring her out of it. I don’t know the ratio of pure oxygen to the carbon dioxide in her body from the smoking, so can’t predict what will happen, stated David.

After a half hour of blissful peace and quiet, David decided that it was time to bring her out of the semi-trance. Okay Kat. Since I’ve got your body immobile and your mouth pretty much too, which is a first for you, I want you to listen to me and listen good. My name is David and I’m the General of God’s Army of Warrior Angels and Michael here is the original Archangel Michael who has been around since the beginning of time. So, from now on, show a little respect when you talk to him. We are here on assignment to protect you. I’m going to bring you out of the trance now, at which time you will sit calmly and we’ll talk softly and I’ll answer any questions that you have for me. Is that perfectly clear to you, Kat? questioned David. She could hear him, but he sounded like an echo coming from inside a tunnel. She nodded her head very slowly in the affirmative, which was the best that she could do.

She felt like she had just smoked pot when she first came out of the trance. She felt a little giddy. Well actually, a lot giddy and she couldn’t figure out why. She came out of the trance laughing hysterically and said, Yeah, right Davy. If you’re the General of God’s Army of Warrior Angels, then I’m the Queen Mother of England. No wait, she’s dead, so that must make me the Queen herself, she chuckled. You just get back from Ireland where you kissed the Blarney Stone, Davy? Because that’s what you’re feeding me. He knew right away from her silly, winded response that he blew way too much pure oxygen into her.

Okay, Davy, ordered Kat, as she patted the bed, come up here and prop up that pillow next to me. I’m drawing an imaginary line between us. This side of the bed is mine, that’s yours. Don’t cross it. Now with that settled, let’s have a man to woman talk okay? Oh, how silly of me. I meant to say Angel to woman talk, she laughed. So tell me, Davy, do Warrior Angels have wings? No we don’t. Well then how the hell do you get from one place to another? We connect with the speed of light, Kat. How nice, she smirked. So tell me, Davy, how’s the weather up there? Don’t you think you’re acting a little bit silly for your age? inquired David. Well, whatever you breathed into my mouth did this to me, so deal with it, Davy, she declared, sarcastically.

Do you want to hear my personal opinion of you, Davy? questioned Kat. After a few seconds passed with no response, she informed him. Well, I’ll just tell you anyway, David I’m beginning to think that you’re a real stuff shirt. That’s if you wear one. Do you, Davy? She didn’t give him a chance to respond when she said, I bet you have more stuffing in that shirt of yours than I do in my entire mattress. So tell me, Davy, what kind of music you got up there? If you mean Heaven by up there, the Choir Angels have beautiful voices and sing chants while playing their harps and lyres. Bet they don’t ever make the top ten on the music charts, huh Davy? smirked Kat. What kind of games did you play up there? I didn’t, replied David. None? No, Kat. I went to a Military School at the age of seven to start my training with the Warrior Angels. I see, said Kat, but not really caring what the hell the answer was. Now Davy, don’t be shy. You can cut in here at any time and tell me what’s on your mind. Do you have a mind, Davy? Yes, and I don’t think you’d really want to know what’s on my mind at this time, Kat, confirmed David. You don’t seem to be afraid of me anymore. Why the sudden change? Well, Davy, I had a lot of time to think when you had me paralyzed the last time, that you’re not going to go away, so I might as well play along and find out what this is all about. You were not paralyzed. Paralyzed is a condition. You were temporarily immobile.

Bull, is all Kat said before she started singing out of the clear blue sky and out of key. Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer. If one of those bottles should happen to fall, ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall, croaked Kat until she got down to ninety and David couldn’t take any more and asked her to stop. She had only planned to go to eighty, but because he cut in with That’s enough Kat, which was definitely the wrong thing to say to someone like her who never took an order in her life, made her more determined to go all the way to no bottles of beer on the wall before she went out like a light. Sweet dreams, Kat, he whispered as he lay down next to her as he had been doing since February 1st. David had to chuckle to himself. What an awful song. But he had to admit that her version was pretty funny.

After she finished singing the 80’s, she tapped her night stand for accompaniment for the 70’s, slapped her knees for the entire 60’s, danced the twist while singing the 50’s. She continued on with doing what she called the hand jive for the 40’s, did a line dance along with the 30’s, tried to imitate a ventriloquist for the 20’s and from 19 to 11, pretended to be jumping rope. The finale was her rendition of a tap dance which was pretty awful but funny. Who am I dealing with here, thought David, as he went into a totally relaxed state.

As Kat awoke and became fully aware of her surroundings, she knew that she was home and in her own bed, but what day was it? She looked at her alarm clock sitting on her nightstand which read 9:00 A.M. Okay, Kat, think. You washed your clothes and cleaned the house. That was Saturday, so this has to be Sunday.

Last night I had that awful dream. Oh please dear God, let it be just that, a bad dream and not reality. Please, please. I’ll do anything you want me to. I’ll start going to church on Sundays and even stop smoking if you make it a bad dream. This has to be Sunday, she thought while trying to reassure herself. I’m supposed to meet with Maggie this afternoon and go to the Spring Garden Show at State Fair Park and then go somewhere nice for supper.

She got out of bed and grabbed her robe from behind the bathroom door. Coffee, that’s what I need right now and a cigarette maybe, so headed for the kitchen. Just as she put her hand on the door knob and pulled open her bedroom door, a voice from the other side said to her. Well good morning, Kat. I hope you slept well last night. I was just about to come in and see if you were awake, stated David. Oh shit, moaned Kat under her breath. It wasn’t a nightmare after all. Okay God, please hold my wish and save it for another time. I will continue to smoke, thank you.

Yes, I did sleep well, I think, she claimed. So, you and the other Angel haven’t left yet I see, Kat said sarcastically. I do expect you to be gone by the time I have a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other which gives you about 15 minutes tops. Got it Bozo? The name’s David and you sure don’t wake up a very nice person in the morning, do you Kat? Quit calling me Kat. It’s not like we’ve known each other forever and are good friends. The name’s Ms. O’Brien and my threat still stands. Get the hell out of my house. I can’t do, Kat. We were sent here on a mission by God and we stay until it’s completed.

Okay then Macho General, show me a note or some kind of document from God telling me who you are and why He sent you here. Then, maybe I’ll believe you, maybe. You have to be joking, Kat. No Davy, I’m very serious, replied Kat, with a smirk on her face and hoping he caught the name Davy finally, and hoping it irked the hell out of him. You come here saying you’re good Angels sent by God. Well, how am I supposed to know that for sure without some proof? You could actually be Angels from down below instead of up above for all I know. Trust me, Kat. There are no Angels down below, stated David emphatically. Trust me, Davy, if you don’t show me some form of I.D. telling me who you are, you’re history. Just in case you don’t understand the word history, it means you’re out of here.

She had every intention of moving to the kitchen quickly before he had a chance to respond, but just couldn’t resist the opportunity, so turned and said. By the way, Davy, you have only ten minutes left then it is bye, bye. That woman has to be the most irritating person that I’ve ever met. I have new recruits coming in every day that are angels compared to her. Oh brother, thought David, I may be way over my head with this one.

She made a quick move to the kitchen and began making herself some coffee. Actually, it was ready and all that she had to do was turn it on, because she put the measured coffee in along with the water last night before she went to bed. It was a good habit to get into, for she could get to the patio for her morning cigarette faster. Come on, come on, hurry up. As soon as a cup was made or what she thought was close to it, she got a cup from the cupboard and quickly moved the carafe from the coffee maker, poured herself a cup, got the sugar bowl out from the spice cupboard, grabbed a spoon from the silverware drawer and proceeded to put two heaping teaspoonfuls of sugar into her coffee. She wanted to hurry up and get outside where she could flee if necessary.

David thought to himself, I’ll fix her, call me Davy will you, so shouted at the top of his lungs. That’s an awful lot of sugar for one cup of coffee, Kat. She wasn’t prepared for him to do something so stupid, which scared her, causing her to jump and thus spilling half the cup of hot coffee down the front of her bathrobe. This changed Kat’s attitude completely. Now, she wasn’t about to run. Who do you think you are? I think I’m quite capable of determining on my own what I like and don’t like in my coffee. I certainly don’t need some unwanted advice from a knucklehead like you, shouted Kat back in response. She poured herself some more coffee, grabbed a handful of paper towels, wet it under the faucet and wiped the coffee from her robe. She then grabbed her cigarettes and lighter from the counter and high tailed it out to the patio.

Just as she was about to sit down at the patio table, a voice from across the table said, Well good morning, Mistress Kat. And how are you doing this fine, beautiful, spring morning? Is that you, Michael? she asked. Yes, Mistress Kat, it’s me. Michael, you seem like such a nice man or whatever. Can’t you talk that bonehead General of yours into leaving and I’ll forget everything that’s happened and won’t tell a soul, I promise. Who’d believe me anyway, she figured. I’d have a hard time convincing even my sister Maggie who’s open-minded about everything.

No, Kat. He can’t talk the bonehead General into leaving, said a voice from behind her. None other than the bonehead himself I presume, she surmised. She sat down on a lawn chair and lit up a cigarette. Your time is up, General, she barked, just knowing for some reason that those words were a complete waste of time. So instead, she sat back in the chair to get comfortable and waited for the tirade to begin. She didn’t have too long to wait, for David began to speak none too politely and none too softly. I am going to tell you just one more time, and one more time only, because I am really getting tired of saying it. So listen carefully so that you catch every word that I say and do not interrupt me under any circumstance until I am completely done. Am I making myself completely clear, Kat? barked David. She figured it was best to keep her mouth shut at this point, but really wanted to say, Screw you a__ h___, but instead, just nodded her head in the affirmative.

We were sent here from God on a mission involving you and we will not leave until that mission is accomplished. Now, you can make this easy on yourself or hard on yourself. The choice is yours. It will make the job for the four of us a lot easier if you cooperate. Let me warn you, Kat, if you don’t, I can make your life a living hell. I’m a General, and I’m very capable of doing it. Am I making myself perfectly clear Kat? asked David, completely